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Sunday, October 9, 2016

Book Tour, Excerpt, & Giveaway: "Reversal Zone"

J. Grace Pennington has published four science fiction novels. They each
have a unique bent to them, but this one is very different. Each book
is a standalone, but as with any series, you get more of the story if
you read them all in order. In Reversal Zone, the main character, Andi Lloyd, becomes the only one who can save the ship and crew. Can she do it in time?

About the Book

Nothing is as it should be.

After weeks of boredom, Andi is excited when the Surveyor is called upon
to rescue a freighter that mysteriously vanished in uncharted space.Excitement quickly turns to unease when the
ship encounters an unknown phenomenon—a cloud that appears not to exist.But with the freighter's crew in danger, the Surveyor
has no choice but to venture into unknown territory.

As soon as they enter the cloud, its unstable effects wreak havoc on the
ship.They're flying blind.Every piece of equipment is
malfunctioning.And every member of the
crew is unable to think straight or act like themselves—except Andi.

Now she's expected to guide them through the predicament with no previous
command experience and no one to turn to for support.And with each passing hour, it becomes clear
that if they don't escape the cloud soon—they won't escape it at all.

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01LZV1ILB

About the Author

J. Grace Pennington has been telling stories since she could
talk, and writing them down since age five.Now she lives in the great state of Texas, where she writes as much as
adult life permits.When she’s not
writing, she enjoys reading good books, playing movie soundtracks on the piano,
and looking up at the stars.

Giveaway

Grace is generously offering three prizes. A signed copy of
each of her three previous novels in the series. They are each standalone
stories, but they are also connected. If you would like to read more about
them, you can read about them here: Radialloy, In His Image, Machiavellian.

Excerpt

I sat in
the visitor's chair on the port side of the bridge, watching as everyone went
about their business. Once I'd helped
Olive, the nurse, finish unloading the new medical supplies, there was nothing
to do in sickbay other than refill a few prescriptions, which the Doctor liked
to do himself. Thus Olive had gone to
find her husband, our first engineer, and I had headed to the bridge.

I couldn't
remember the last time things had been so uneventful.

Uneventful
for the Doctor and Olive and I, anyway.
Things did not appear uneventful for the Captain and Guilders.

The Captain
sat ramrod straight in his chair on the little platform in the command pit,
glowering at Crash. Crash ignored him,
remaining draped over the back of August's chair.

Normally the
bridge was one of my favorite places to be, second only to sickbay. I loved the open space to the front and both
sides, the view of the stars as they sped past, even the sober gray-blue color
of the walls. I loved seeing how
smoothly things ran, like the workings of the most intricate electronic device,
and I loved the disciplined aura of the bridge team working together to get
everything done.

But today,
it was different. The color was the
same, and of course the stars hadn't changed much. The atmosphere, however, had something added
to it, and that something was Crash. The
room even felt smaller, as though it couldn't contain two big personalities at
once.

“When I
left, they were still in Delta thirty-five-sixty-seven,” Crash explained,
straightening up and facing the Captain.
“That's as far as I can guide you for sure. Pretty soon after that they disappeared from
the scopes.”

The Captain
frowned and leaned forward. “I'm still
not clear as to why you left them.”

Crash paced
away from August, whose face relaxed slightly.

I bit my
lip. No matter how much I'd missed
Crash, it was never long before he began to irritate me.

“I told
you. DeMille hired me to guide the Pigeon through some of the uncharted
sectors to the rendezvous. But Captain
Dooley is just a little too set in his ways, and didn't ever listen to me, even
though DeMille said he had to.”

“That
doesn't surprise me,” Guilders said.

I shifted
in my chair, trying to quell the restlessness.

“I saw I
was doing no good, and Dooley obviously didn't like having me there, so I
left. They were getting into territory
even I hadn't explored, anyway.” Placing
his hands on his hips and standing with legs apart, he faced the Captain. “Don't know if you know Dooley. A very... possibly the most serious and emotionless man I have ever met. Not a hint of fun or romance.” He wrinkled his face.

The Captain
sighed. “No, I don't know him.”

“But he
sounds like an entirely satisfactory person to me,” Guilders said without the
slightest change of expression.

I couldn't
stop an amused snort, and Crash looked over his shoulder at the first
officer. “What was that?”

“Nothing,
sir,” said Guilders. For a moment, I
thought the “sir” carried a hint of sarcasm, but his face remained unchanged.

“Mr. Crash,”
the Captain questioned, “do you have any idea at all what could have happened
to the Pigeon?”

“No idea
whatsoever.”

The Captain
cupped his clean-shaven chin in his hand and frowned. “This doesn't add up. A ship doesn't just... disappear.”